"At first, I might have resented him, but over time, I realized some things have to be done on your own. He just forced me to toughen up sooner than expected."
I looked out the window at the city lights, each gleaming light holding a story—some joyful, some sorrowful. After all, I was the protagonist of my own story.
Taking a deep breath, I transformed the bitterness and resentment of my past into motivation for moving forward.
"You know, sometimes the hardest paths lead to the strongest versions of ourselves. Over the years, I've faced many challenges and experienced significant growth. I've learned to be independent, resilient, and cherish those who truly care for me."
What I had experienced the past few years had gradually shaped me into a better person.
He nodded gently, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes. "Seeing you like this now fills me with both relief and guilt, but I hope it's not too late to make amends."
I smiled softly, warmth flooding my heart. "Thank you. At least now I know the truth and understand where my roots lie. The past cannot be changed, but the future is still in my hands."
He stood up and walked to the window, standing beside me. "You're right. The future is what matters most. I've lost so much, and since he has treated you so poorly, I can no longer keep the truth hidden."
It seemed my experiences had given him the courage to reveal the truth he had held back for so long. He sighed heavily before sharing a secret from many years ago.
It turned out that long ago when my mother first started her career, she gained considerable support thanks to her remarkable skills.
She managed to land a job, albeit as a young artist, but it was a start toward making a living. However, she soon realized that she wasn't making enough and was forced to switch careers.
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